Dear Fred,
The fresh air...the birds what with their chirping...the blue sky...
It gives me the sneezes.
I'm usually only half-out of the ground, and when I am this time of year, I sniff and snort until my sniffer can't snort no more. Butterflies gather around me because I'm sitting in a field of flowers per Don's recommendation I go outside and find a "peaceful" place. Bunnie said I looked "totally adorable." I glared at her until she ran away. I think she's scared of me now. Serves her right. Maybe she was scared because this field of flowers is her garden. Maybe I should get off the kid's blue cosmos. Yeah. Don't think that's growing back. Oops.
It's been relaxing, but also boring as all get-out. I went out and got a coffee and that's been about the highlight of my day. Met Ethan again and had a little chat with him. That little punk, he's all right. He doesn't reset too much, but he's done some other things in his past that I'm not too proud of him for. He's only reset on purpose once, according to him, but the siren certainly went off twice. I betcha he's a liar. Lies like a cowhide rug. Why do I see those in cows' homes anyway? And cow skulls! It's so sick! IT'S SO WEIRD! COWS ARE WEIRD, FRED, DON'T BE FOOLED BY THEIR CHARMS~
Ugh, I broke my pencil and had to borrow someone else's. This chick named Coco let me use hers. She...she and I met before. She doesn't talk much. When you meet her, you'll see why, the poor thing. I've never had to lecture her before, and boy I'm glad of it. She'd cry her poor eyes out. Eyes? I think she's got eyes. Eye holes. Kinda like a...gyroid. A, uh, pretty gyroid, of course. Like Lloid. He's not ugly. Real polite. Busts my chops.
Well, I think I wrote enough. I can't this fresh air and bright sunshine. Moles belong underground.
One more thing before I go...
Borrowin' ain't the same as stealin'. Make sure you get permission before you take something of someone else's, ya hear me?
Now...
SCRAM!